This isn't a band
I'm sick of it man
Trying to grow
In a pile of sand
And now I'm positively stuck
Or is it just bad luck
But we're vanilla as heck
And I don't think I can do it anymore like this
The one thing that keeps me from the dissonance
Is there's nothing wrong with shakin your hips
Yeah there's nothing wrong with shakin your hips
My ego's a charm
So don't be alarmed
When it says what it wants
In hieroglyphic fonts
And I think I'm the best
There's no hair on my chest
I think I'll settle down
Drink with all the strangers in the bar downtown
Cuz it's my fault too
I'm chased by the things I'm too scared to do
And really what the problem is
What keeps me from the dissonance
Is there's nothing wrong with shakin your hips
Yeah there's nothing wrong with shakin your hips
Yeah what keeps me from the things on my list
Is there's nothing wrong with shaking your hips
